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Write a manifestation for the new year down below! And now an excerpt from Misery by Stephen King:
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But you mustn't cry for that bird, Paulie, because after awhile it forgot about how the veldt smelled at noonday, and the sounds of the wildebeests at the waterhole, and the high acidic smell of the ieka-ieka trees in the great clearing north of the Big Road. After awhile it forgot the cerise color of the sun dying behind Kilimanjaro. After awhile it only knew the muddy, smogged-out sunsets of Boston, that was all it remembered and all it wanted to remember. After awhile it didn't want to go back anymore, and if someone took it back and set it free it would only crouch in one place, afraid and hurting and homesick in two unknown and terribly ineluctable directions, until something came along and killed it. 'Oh, Africa, oh, shit,' he said in a trembling voice. Crying a little, he rolled the wheelchair over to his wastebasket and buried the wet wads of Kleenex under the wastepaper.
He re-positioned the wheelchair by the window and rolled a piece of paper into the Royal. And by the way, Paulie, is the bumper of your car sticking out of the snow yet? Is it sticking out, twinkling cheerily in the sun, just waiting for someone to come along and see it while you sit here wasting what may be your last chance? He looked doubtfully at the blank sheet of paper in the typewriter. I won't be able to write now anyway. That spoiled it. But nothing had ever spoiled it, somehow.
It could be spoiled, he knew that but in spite of the reputed fragility of the creative act, it had always been the single toughest thing, the most abiding thing, in his life — nothing had ever been able to pollute that crazy well of dreams: no drink, no drug, no pain. He fled to that well now, like a thirsty animal finding a waterhole at dusk, and he drank from it; which is to say he found the hole in the paper and fell thankfully through it. By the time Annie got back home at quarter of six, he had done almost five pages.
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3 weeks, 3 days ago
By the way LOVE the Misery excerpt. One of my favorites of Stephen King's :)
3 weeks, 3 days ago
Wow, is there a way I can message you directly? I am writing music for a video game and was looking for inspiration and clips but whoa your stuff is something else. My name's Kira.
1 month, 2 weeks ago
ermmm manifesting a hot bf or something